sometimes the words cannot be formed;
your mind is in a constant 'stand by mode.'
it's a flaw in the chemical balance of our own existence.
human nature has suffered through
******,
terrorism,
and neglect.
yet why when I cannot think of a simple sentence or two to release my tension and anger,
I feel as if  THIS  pain
is the worst of all.

My life is like winter storming
Blizzard conditions without a warning
Round and round, it consumes my being
No-one cares, no-one seeing

My life is like the acid rain
Burning down, giving pain
Flooding my life with yet more hate
And making my mind a stagnant lake

My life is yours and yours alone
I cannot escape, no matter where I go
Doomed now and forever
My life is lost to the weather